My Poetry. What hope do they have?
A Desolate land with hardly any hope Parents with children stressing to cope. Uncertain times in uncertain days Hoping that...
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27 August 2021
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Public Poetry. Jack Prelutsky.
The Bogeyman. In the desolate depths of a perilous placethe bogeyman lurks, with a snarl on his face.Never dare, never...
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3 August 2021
My Poetry. Couch Potato
Home from work, the kettle on It’s time to relax and frown upon the square of light a means of...
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1 August 2021